Phi-Fic Chapter 1728 has the results.
Chapter 1728 has the results.
The day finally came when the results were released.
Xu Xiaoxiao hadn't even finished peeling off the IV patch on the back of her hand, and her feet had barely touched the ground when she was stopped by a nurse making rounds.
"Miss Xu, where are you going?"
The nurse slammed the notebook shut, the sound ringing out crisply in the empty ward.
Xu Xiaoxiao pulled her foot back slightly, her toes curling up inside her slipper.
"Hehe, I... I want to go out for some fresh air, just for a little while..."
"It's okay to get some fresh air, go down to the garden."
The nurse pointed to the sky outside the window. The weather wasn't very good today. "The weather is really bad today. Mr. Fu specifically instructed that you can't even leave your ward."
Xu Xiaoxiao stared at the nurse's businesslike face, and the thought of "going to the scene" in her mind was extinguished like a bucket of cold water.
Today is the day the design competition results are announced. Fu Yanchen will be there, and Nan Yifeng will be there too.
That was the stage she once longed for most; now it's where Nan Weiwei strives for success.
She knew that Fu Yanchen was good to her, but... but if she didn't go and missed the results announcement, it would be like missing the ending of a movie, leaving her feeling empty.
"I'm not going out."
Xu Xiaoxiao sat back on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover her legs.
Seeing that she had calmed down, the nurse handed her the thermometer, watched her carefully place it in her hand, and then left.
As soon as the door closed, Xu Xiaoxiao immediately pulled out her tablet from under her pillow.
The screen lights up, and the live stream is buffering.
The live chat was flooded with comments, all discussing which company would win this time.
[I heard that President Fu himself is in charge of the Fu Group this time? Is that true?]
[Upstairs Village has internet access? Who is Fu Yanchen? Would he even participate in a competition like this?]
But the Nan family's son, Nan Yifeng, is here too!
Xu Xiaoxiao swiped her finger across the screen, looking at those familiar names. She rested the tablet on her lap, adjusting herself into a comfortable position, as if she were sitting in that glamorous venue herself.
……
On the other side of the city, at Lu Feng's company.
Nan Weiwei turned the clothes in the closet upside down.
The chair was piled with all sorts of skirts, shirts, and even two evening gowns.
Landwind....
"Nan Weiwei, are you going to receive an award or walk the red carpet?"
Lu Feng leaned against the door frame, holding a cup of black coffee in his hand, with a look of watching a show on his face.
Nan Weiwei was holding up a sequined dress and trying it on when she heard this, and her hand froze in mid-air.
“Mr. Lu, if I dress too shabbily for this occasion, it will be embarrassing for you.”
Nan Weiwei threw the sequined dress back onto the bed, then turned around and picked up a black blazer.
She bought this last night; the tag was just cut off, the fit is perfect, and it makes her look capable and professional.
Lu Feng took a sip of coffee, his gaze lingering on her suit for two seconds.
This girl has really been working hard lately.
She was always the last to turn off the lights every night, and the trash can was full of discarded design drafts.
That workaholic attitude reminded him of himself when he first started his business.
"Alright, stop messing around." Lu Feng put down his cup. "This set is fine."
Nan Wei was slightly taken aback, then quickly began to change her clothes.
She was actually unsure of herself.
This competition brought together top companies in the industry, including Fu's, Nan's, and several established design firms.
How much of a splash can their up-and-coming studio make? Even though she's an old woman.
What if we lose?
Losing would mean all the sleepless nights and all-nighters of the past few months would be for nothing, and all the money Lu Feng invested would go down the drain.
She buttoned up her suit jacket in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
The person in the mirror had exquisite makeup that concealed the faint dark circles under their eyes.
"Lu Feng, are you really not going?" Nan Weiwei looked at the man behind her through the mirror.
“I’m not going.” Lu Feng turned and walked out, waving his hand behind her back. “Those kinds of occasions are so hypocritical. A bunch of people wearing masks and flattering each other, it’s disgusting to watch. You and Xiao Mei can go. If anything happens, just call me. I’ll make some more money here.”
Nan Weiwei watched his retreating figure and felt a sense of relief.
If Lu Feng had gone, she probably would have been even more nervous. Now, although the pressure is high, at least she doesn't have to worry about embarrassing herself in front of him.
"By the way, Lin Fei has been kicked out of the game," Lu Feng said.
"Why?" Nan Weiwei asked.
"Her manuscript was of such low quality that it was rejected in the first round."
Nan Weiwei...
"Sister Weiwei, are you done? The car is downstairs!" Xiaomei's loud voice came from outside.
"coming!"
Nan Weiwei straightened her collar one last time, grabbed her bag, and walked out in her high heels.
……
Convention and exhibition center.
A red carpet was laid out, and luxury cars lined the streets.
The flashing lights were so bright it was blinding.
Nan Weiwei and Xiao Mei were startled by the scene before them as soon as they got out of the car.
Although I knew this competition was of a high standard, seeing it in person was still a different kind of shock.
The entrance was filled with Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, and the slightly less luxurious ones started with Mercedes-Benz S-Class.
Nan Weiwei wasn't very arrogant; she drove a car she'd bought several years ago, which looked out of place sandwiched between other cars.
"My God..." Xiao Mei tugged at Nan Weiwei's sleeve, her voice trembling, "Sister Weiwei, that's...that's the Fu Group's convoy?"
Following the direction Xiaomei pointed, a row of black Maybachs slowly drove in.
The surrounding reporters swarmed forward like sharks smelling blood.
The car door opened.
Four bodyguards in black came down first, quickly separating the crowd and clearing a path.
Immediately afterwards, a shiny leather shoe stepped onto the red carpet.
Fu Yanchen climbed out of the car.
He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit and a tie that was tied perfectly.
His face was expressionless, and the innate sense of oppression instantly silenced the surrounding murmurs.
He didn't even glance at the camera, and walked straight inside.
"Oh...that's scary." Xiaomei shrank her neck. "Is the nickname 'Living Yama' really true?"
Nan nodded slightly. "This is the man Xu Xiaoxiao loves. I wonder if she's scared when she sleeps at night." Just looking at him from afar makes one feel breathless.
The Nan family's convoy followed closely behind.
Nan Yifeng, dressed in a white suit, looked quite flamboyant. He even waved to the media as he got out of the car, eliciting screams from the crowd.
Nan Weiwei...
"These two are together, how are the other men supposed to live?" Nan Weiwei muttered softly.
Nan Yifeng glanced at Nan Weiwei...
Nan Weiwei...
"Sister Weiwei, let's go inside." Xiaomei tugged at her.
The two checked the invitations and entered the venue.
Inside, it was even more magnificent, with huge crystal chandeliers that dazzled the eyes.
Their seats were arranged in the middle to the back, which wasn't too bad, but it certainly wasn't good either.
As soon as I sat down, a soft sneer came from next to me.
"Hey, isn't this someone from Lu Feng's lousy company?"
Nan Wei turned her head slightly.
A woman in a bright red low-cut dress was glancing at them sideways, waving a feather fan in her hand, looking just like a socialite from old Shanghai.
Lisa, the director of Shangmei Design, wears a name tag that reads "Shangmei Design".
Nanwei had heard of this company before; it was known in the industry as a snob.
"Where's Lu Feng? Why didn't he come? Does he know he has no chance and doesn't dare to come and embarrass himself?" Lisa covered her mouth and laughed, her voice high-pitched and shrill.
Nan Weiwei's hands, which were resting on her knees, tightened suddenly, her nails digging into her flesh.
Hold on.
Arguing in this situation will only make you a laughingstock.
“President Lu has more important matters to attend to,” Nan Weiwei replied expressionlessly. “Unlike some people who are so idle that they can only gossip here.”
"You!" Lisa's expression changed, and she slammed her fan shut. "Sharp-tongued! Wait until the results are out, then let's see if you're still so tough! I heard that Fu's design this time was guided by a foreign master. What do you have to compare?"
Nan Weiwei, "What does this have to do with you? You're from the Fu Group."
Lisa didn't look well.
But why haven't I heard about Fu Yanchen hiring a foreign master before?
If that's the case, then her chances of winning are...
I wonder what Fu Yanchen is up to? He's already so famous, can't he let these small fry have a chance to survive?
"Sister Weiwei..." Xiaomei was clearly frightened as well, her face turning pale.
"Don't listen to her nonsense." Nan Weiwei forced herself to remain calm and patted Xiao Mei's hand. "It's not over yet, the outcome is still uncertain."
Even so, she wasn't entirely sure herself.
She subconsciously looked towards the first row.
Fu Yanchen and Nan Yifeng sat in the middle, with an empty seat between them.
……
Hospital ward.
Xu Xiaoxiao stared at the screen.
The camera panned across the audience, giving Nan Weiwei a close-up.
Although it was just a fleeting moment, Xu Xiaoxiao still caught the fleeting panic on Nan Weiwei's face.
What happened?
Xu Xiaoxiao frowned.
She knew Nan Weiwei well. That girl usually seemed loud and boisterous, but she actually had a good mental fortitude, unless she encountered a situation that she felt completely out of control.
The camera then cuts back to the main stage.
The host walked up with the microphone, his voice filled with excitement: "Distinguished guests, fellow designers, the exciting moment has arrived! After three days and three nights of judging by the panel, the final results of this design competition are in my hands!"
The lights in the entire venue suddenly dimmed.
Only one spotlight remained, shining on the host.
Xu Xiaoxiao's heart was in her throat, and she even held her breath.
Nan Weiwei was so nervous at the scene that she almost fainted. She held Xiaomei's hand tightly, and both of their palms were covered in cold sweat.
The bronze medal winner of this design competition is—
The host deliberately dragged out his voice to create suspense.
"Shangmei Design!"
Lisa let out a shriek, stood up triumphantly, and as she passed Nan Weiwei, she gave her a fierce glare, as if to say: See? This is power!
Nan Wei bit her lip and didn't say anything.
Didn't you even get a bronze medal?
That silver medal... the gold medal...
Hope is fading.
"The silver award goes to—Nan's Group!"
The applause of the audience was thunderous.
Nan Yifeng stood up, straightened his collar, and wore a polite smile, but upon closer inspection, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Silver Award?
The Nan family only won the silver award?
Who won the gold medal?
All eyes were on Fu Yanchen.
Could it really be the Fu family?
If Fu wins the gold medal, then I'll have no chance at all.
Nan Weiwei felt as if half of her blood had turned cold.
Even through the screen, Xu Xiaoxiao could feel the suffocating tension of the scene.
"Next up is the much-anticipated gold medal winner!"
The host raised his voice eight octaves, holding the golden envelope as if it were a time bomb.
The gold medal in this competition belongs to—
The music became more urgent, and the drumbeats seemed to strike everyone's hearts.
Fu Yanchen remained seated there, as steady as a mountain, without even changing his posture.
It was as if this result was already a foregone conclusion for him.
Nan Weiwei closed her eyes, unable to look any longer.
It’s over.
This time it's really over.
Just then, the host's voice pierced through all the noise, clearly resounding throughout the venue, and also reaching Xu Xiaoxiao's ears through the live broadcast signal.
The gold medal winner is...